When I came down from my high, Parker rolled away. He kicked off his pants, found a condom in the nightstand drawer, and wasted no time with the foil. He rolled the condom over himself, and when he was ready, he came back to me.
My thighs fell open for him. I breathed hard, my body trembling after my orgasm.
Parker positioned himself at my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a little voice screamed at me that I shouldn’t do this. But lust and the wine drowned that voice out, and I ignored it until it died away.
Parker slid into me, and I moaned as he filled me, sliding in all the way until he was buried at my core.
I trembled around him, his lips only fractions away from mine. I kissed him, and his tongue slipped into my mouth for a moment before he broke the kiss and started moving.
He pulled back, and slowly slid into me again.
I moaned as Parker started slow, stroking in and out languidly. He picked up the pace, and I gripped his shoulders. The muscles rippled under the skin, and his body was like a model’s, with every muscle individually sculpted.
He was every woman’s fantasy and every man’s threat.
And he was buried inside me.
Parker bucked his hips harder and harder, fucking me faster, and I moaned and cried out in rhythm with his thrusts. His breathing came just as quick and erratic as mine, and another orgasm grew inside me.
It only took a moment for me to topple over the edge a second time, and I cried out as my orgasm racked my body. My pussy clamped around Parker’s cock, and my body spasmed and contracted as the pleasure rolled over me.
He clenched his jaw and bit out curse words.
“You’re going to make me lose it, babe,” he muttered.
“Then lose it,” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he said and planted a quick kiss on my lips before he pushed up on his arms. His arms were incredibly muscular, a pillar on either side of my head, and he started fucking me like his life depended on it. I cried out, getting lost in the pleasure that seemed to continuously erupt from my core now.
I grabbed onto Parker for dear life, digging my nails into his back as he rode me, and I drowned in pleasure.
It was so fucking good that I couldn’t think about anything other than the sensation of pure bliss that washed over me again and again and again.
Parker’s strokes shortened, and he got harder, and a moment later, he released too. He shoved himself into me as deep as he could and bit out grunts and groans as his cock jerked and spasmed inside me.
I gasped and moaned, the sensation of his orgasm incredible. With his size, and how he filled me up, I felt everything.
And it wasdelicious.
It took a while for us to come down from the sexual high that our orgasms provided, and finally, Parker collapsed on top of me. His breathing forced my breath in and out of my lungs, and our hearts beat against each other.
He rolled off me, and I gasped for air.
Slowly, as we lay side by side, relearning how to breathe again, our pulses slowed.
Parker glanced at me, and he smiled. His eyes drooped.
I was suddenly exhausted too. Not only because it had been a long night—good sex took a lot out of me.
When I looked toward the window, the sun colored the horizon.
It was Saturday morning.
“Oh, God,” I said, sitting up. “Parker, what did we do?”
“Don’t, Emily,” Parker said in a husky voice. “Don’t think about it now.”
I shook my head. I wasn’t drunk anymore—we’d worked that off with our sex—and now that we’d gotten the lust out of the way, I was starting to think clearly again.